147: Chapter 147 is much better than those trash.

Qingxuan's brows furrowed slightly. The moment the words 'Floating in the Sea of Blood' fell, the entire world changed.

The sea of blood surged, waves crashing to the heavens, completely enveloping the Void Realm for tens of thousands of miles around.

The bloody waves around Qingxuan and the other two were no longer chaotic attacks like before. Instead, they transformed into orderly, dark-red patterns, slowly rotating beneath their feet like some ancient blood sacrifice Formation.

Qingxuan could feel an invisible force surging from the sea of blood, attempting to invade his body.

That force was extremely insidious and pervasive, desperately trying to drill into his Meridians.

Elder Cangwu's voice came from beside him, calm and unhurried. "This sea of blood indeed has some tricks, but if it wants to trap us, it is not enough."

Cang Song did not speak. He merely turned the long sword in his hand, and a sharp sword light surged from the blade, drawing a perfect circle around the three of them.

Wherever the sword light passed, the bloody waves trying to draw near were completely shredded, dispersing into a sky of bloody mist.

Three protective sword lights lit up simultaneously, their green, white, and gray colors intertwining to prop open a safe zone of dozens of feet in the sea of blood.

The bloody waves were completely unable to cross the barrier formed by the sword lights.

Venerable Lingyun's expression changed slightly. He had not expected these three Kunlun Elders to be so difficult to deal with.

His Floating in the Sea of Blood could trap even seven Peak of Tribulation Transcendence experts, yet it could not trap the three of them.

However, he was not angered; instead, he laughed.

The laughter was hoarse and grating, echoing in the sea of blood with a chilling madness.

"Interesting," Venerable Lingyun spoke in a low voice, the dark-red light in his eyes suddenly flaring. "As expected of people from Kunlun, you are far stronger than those useless fools."

"However, merely being able to block the corrosion of the sea of blood is not enough!"

Before his voice could fade, his figure had already vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Qingxuan. A palm as pale as paper, wrapped in dark-red spiritual energy, struck straight down toward Qingxuan's crown.

Wherever the palm wind passed, the Void Realm distorted.

Qingxuan's expression remained unchanged. He turned the long sword in his hand, pointing the blade upward to stab precisely at Venerable Lingyun's palm.

"Clang—!"

The deafening sound of clashing metal rang out. Venerable Lingyun's palm collided with Qingxuan's sword tip, actually producing a metallic sound.

His palm was covered in a thin layer of dark-red scales, upon which runes flowed, emitting a bizarre light.

Qingxuan was shaken back two steps, the web between his thumb and forefinger numbing slightly, and the Meridians in his arm throbbed with pain from this strike.

His expression shifted slightly. A Devil Head at the Middle Stage of Undergoing Tribulation actually possessed such terrifying strength.

Venerable Lingyun was not doing well either. A deep sword scar had appeared on his palm, and dark-red blood seeped from the wound, dripping into the sea of blood.

His face was as gloomy as water. He had not expected this green-robed man's Sword Intent to be so sharp, able to wound even his scale-covered palm.

Elder Cangwu and Cang Song did not give Venerable Lingyun a chance to catch his breath. Their figures shot forward like lightning, one from the left and one from the right, their two long swords simultaneously stabbing toward Venerable Lingyun's vital points.

Elder Cangwu's sword was as fast as lightning, a faint white light lingering on the blade. It was extremely sharp, capable of cutting through all things.

Cang Song's sword, on the other hand, was as heavy as a mountain, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Before the blade could even arrive, that heavy sense of oppression had already descended.

Venerable Lingyun's expression turned serious. Striking out with both hands, one palm met Elder Cangwu's sword, while the other slapped toward Cang Song's sword.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two loud crashes rang out almost simultaneously. Elder Cangwu and Cang Song were both shaken back several steps at once, while Venerable Lingyun was also sent stumbling back several steps by their sword force, his blood and Qi churning before he managed to stabilize his footing.

He looked down at his hands; two deep sword scars had been added to the scales on his palms.

His face grew increasingly gloomy. The strength of these Kunlun Elders far exceeded his expectations.

Qingxuan's figure swept up, his long sword tracing a profound arc in the air, and a sword light slashed toward Venerable Lingyun like a sheet of silk.

Venerable Lingyun snorted coldly, crossing his hands in front of him as a dark-red light barrier condensed into shape before him.

The sword light slashed against the light barrier, erupting in a deafening rumble.

Elder Cangwu and Cang Song also closed in once more, three sword lights simultaneously slashing toward Venerable Lingyun from different directions.

Venerable Lingyun grit his teeth to resist, his palms striking out repeatedly as his blood-colored spiritual energy collided with the three sword lights.

The four figures clashed and flickered within the sea of blood, every collision erupting in a deafening roar.

Sword light and Devilish Qi intertwined, churning the sea of blood restlessly as dark-red waves rippled outward in wave after wave in all directions.

Venerable Lingyun fought three against one. Although he was at a disadvantage, he showed no signs of defeat.

His Demonic Technique was bizarre and his movement technique elusive, allowing him to evade fatal attacks at the critical moment every single time.

Furthermore, within this sea of blood, his spiritual energy seemed inexhaustible, with every bit of consumption being rapidly replenished from the sea of blood.

Qingxuan's expression grew more and more solemn. He could feel the spiritual energy within his body draining at an abnormal speed.

"Elder Cangwu," Qingxuan spoke in a low voice, forcing Venerable Lingyun back with a sword strike as his figure retreated several tens of feet. "Is your spiritual energy flowing smoothly?"

Elder Cangwu's face darkened slightly. He nodded, then shook his head. "It's somewhat sluggish, as if something has entered my Meridians, obstructing the flow of spiritual energy."

Cang Song also nodded in agreement. "Me too. I didn't notice it earlier, but it is becoming more and more obvious now."

Qingxuan's brows furrowed tightly. It seemed it was not his imagination. This sea of blood could not only corrode protective spiritual light, but also insidiously invade a Cultivator's Meridians, obstructing the flow of spiritual energy.

The three of them were already considered well-off, as they had their protective sword lights to isolate them from the sea of blood, making the invasion speed extremely slow.

As for those Tribulation Transcenders of the Seven Great Factions trapped in the sea of blood, at this moment, they probably...

Qingxuan's gaze swept toward the depths of the sea of blood. There, Ancestor Zhou Huaixu and the other six were entangled by countless tentacles. Their protective spiritual lights had long since shattered, their essence blood was being drawn out bit by bit, and their auras had withered to the extreme.

Elder Cangwu followed Qingxuan's gaze, his face also darkening. "At least fifty percent of their essence blood has been drained. If this drags on any longer, I'm afraid..."

He did not continue, but Qingxuan and Cang Song both understood his meaning. If this dragged on, even if those seven did not die, their cultivation would be completely destroyed, rendering them useless cripples from then on.

What shocked them even more was Venerable Lingyun's aura.

At the start of the battle, that Devil Head was only at the Middle Stage of Undergoing Tribulation. However, as the essence blood of Ancestor Zhou Huaixu and the others was continuously drained, his aura was climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Peak of the Middle Stage of Undergoing Tribulation, the Late Stage of Undergoing Tribulation, and it was still continuing.

Qingxuan gripped the long sword in his hand tightly. He knew they could no longer delay; they had to end this battle quickly.

"Elder Cangwu, Cang Song," Qingxuan spoke in a low voice. "Go all out, do not hold back."

Elder Cangwu and Cang Song nodded simultaneously. The three exchanged glances, and three majestic Sword Intents erupted at the same time.

Qingxuan's Sword Intent was sharp and vast, like thunder from above the Nine Heavens, carrying a rudimentary trace of the Law of the Immortal Dao.

Elder Cangwu's Sword Intent was domineering and fierce, like a giant axe splitting heaven and earth, pressing forward with indomitable will.

Cang Song's Sword Intent was steady and heavy, like a towering mountain, unshakable.

The three Sword Intents intertwined, transforming into an extremely thick pillar of light that shot toward Venerable Lingyun with a thunderous boom.